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I can read your mind, and I don't want to. Stay behind the line I am painting

Please, take your time. There's no hurry to climb to the top of our decline.

The chimes are ringing, everyone's singing, and who know where the next wind blows? Am I out of my mind, or am I seeing the real face of Father Time?

I can hold that weight, but I don't have the time to contemplate what's on the line.

No one stops these hands, and who would want to disobey the clock's demands? Our number's up.

Where is Mother?